K.O. Stock

wrote this in a delirious state of half sleep.

 Go Down Low

too short to fire one out

f*****g seventy pounds a day

A mad crux on the streets

My wallet is killing me

Try to second hand smoke with your ear

Obescene language

You'd have to be pretty far in I'd wager

For Glory

Oh what're you tellin him?

My partner's tellin me you didn't show up

I can't stand it

It'll sing about itself

Reviews

[Stephanie]

For some reason, this reminds me of those team re-con games when all the players are talking to each other. A kind of general chaos. Sometimes what we write half asleep are the gems we treasure :)

[Sasha]

I'm glad for your description, because this was pretty scattered and out there. lol